I would like to thank my adopted sister Kaitlin for writing this with me! I love you and I hope you guys enjoy this! Please review! I need it like I need oxygen.

Here is a note from Kaitlin (Jazz hands) ~RayRay

**Jazz hands** Thank you, Raychelle. In other news, Raychelle wrote most of the smut scene. Because she's a smut slut. Lawl. Kthxiloveyoubai. ~XOXO, Kaitlin

I don't own Glee, because if I did Sam and Mercedes would together! So suck it Ryan Murphy!

~Mercedes's POV~

The front door's slam echoed through the empty, vast house as the sound of quick footsteps traveled to the upper level of 251 Hamilton Drive. A tall, well-structured figure passed in front of my eyes, only visible for a second. "Sammy?"

"GO AWAY!" his voice cracked, a high-pitched squeal coming out instead of a scream.

Quickly standing, I followed the weeping boy up the stairs, careful not to encourage his tears. Sharply turning on my heel, I faced his bedroom door, which, as expected, slammed shut in my face. A groan passed my lips as my knuckles rapped gently against his wooden door, "Sammy, come on..."

A welp came from the room as my fingers slid over the doorknob, a gentle turn of the hand exposing me to his room. The floor was nonexistent through the mountains of clothes and knocked-over objects. The posters on his walls were torn; however, I could see that the picture of me on his table was untouched. A small, barely audible cry came from the corner of the bed. A limp red object with cream-white arms snaked around itself brought itself to my attention, a frown forming on my chapped lips.

"Sam, what happened-" My sentence seemed to float off into nothingness after I laid arms on the ripped up picture of Quinn, his girlfriend of 3 years scattered around him, a picture frame displaying a picture of our childhood tightly placed in his hands unharmed, "Oh, no, what did she do to you..."

Crawling on all fours, I ventured over to my weeping adopted brother, broken-hearted and defeated, "She was sleeping around, Mercy! He fucking bragged about it!" he grabbed at my shirt and tugged my body closer, just in reach for his forehead to touch my chest, his tears falling down upon my "Technicolor Zebra" shirt that hugged my hourglass figure. My arms automatically slithered around his waist, his body inches from mine, his hot breath on my neck...

"Sam, she doesn't deserve you, honey. Okay? She's just a whore; that's damn sure." I sniffled, my eyes filled with tears from the thought of his aching heart, "Please. I love you, bro."

His tear-filled eyes looked at me with a glint of hope, a slight gulp broke the silence and his lips pressed against mine shakily: a small kiss that was never meant to be shared. We sat there for what seemed like forever, our lips met in a gentle kiss that was seemingly innocent. We're siblings. Nothing can be "real" between us. Not like that... right?

His lips parted and closed, his motives becoming less blurry with every push of the lips. Gentle kisses trailed down my neck to the collar of my shirt, which was covering the bare skin that his lips wished to access. Lifting my shirt, my skin was his to explore while he worked his way down my started to massage my breast
"Sam, fuck," I whimpered his lips vanquishing the thoughts that opposed our actions with every move. My hands slid down his back, latched onto his belt buckle as he nibbled at my skin. He skillfully slid down my body, his teeth gnawing at my zipper, his fingers quickly working at the button. Hesitatingly, he glanced up from what he was doing and brought his lips to mine, "I love you, Mercedes."

Giving him a small smile and a peck back, the words came out easily, "I love you more, Sam."

The button, at long last, popped out of the hole, as he yanked down at my skinny jeans, teeth nipping at the edges of my panties. My fingers found their way through his hair, grasping it every time he hit a sensitive spot. "You like that baby" he asked as I started to whimper. All I could do was nod as the orgasm started to take over me. Sam pulled his fingers out of me and started to lick my juice off his fingers. At that moment all I wanted was him. I didn't care about the consequences'. I grabbed his face and started kissing him passionately. I moaned in frustration as he stopped the heavy make out session. He went into his night stand and reached for the condom. He ripped the gold wrapper and put the condom on. He slid back on to me. Holding his condom covered cock in my center. I started to whine "Sam please don't tease me, I need you". He looked at me with a wide grin and leaned over and whispered in my ear "mm Yea I know you need me baby, and I need you too. But you have to be patient". And licked the corner of my ear. With that he started rub his cock in my center. We both started to pant really hard. Not being able to take the teasing in any more. "Sam please just fuck my already" I screamed. With that he enter me. "OH GOD" whatever you do Sammy please don't stop, Please don't stop" I moaned. Fuck" Sam screamed. "You're so fucking tight baby" he moaned. The love making was so intense that Sam and I didn't even hear anything not even mom coming in the house or the sound of rustling grocery bags. "MERCEDES? SAM! COME PUT THESE GROCERIES AWAY! I'M MISSING DR. PHIL!" my mom yelled. When we didn't answer "I know they are here" mom said to herself as her footsteps echoed up the stairs she skipped right into our room on her two children fucking.

The house became silent; not a word was spoken, and not an inch did anyone stir. She looked at us expressionless and a gulp interrupted her thoughts about where to hide the bodies. Sam swallowed his courage and became the meek, fragile boy that our mother was used to, "Momma?"

~Sam's POV~

Mercedes gulped as the tension grew, her fingers nervously tangled in her hair. It had been an hour, seeing as we had to wait for mom to contact dad. She made him drive all the way from work, which was at least a 2 hour drive, but taking into consideration that mom told him that his children were caught having sex in my room, I can see why he was here earlier...

"Kids," my father spoke up, cutting the tension slightly, "how could you do this? Why would you even... think about such a sin?"

Attempting to swallow down the sick feeling growing in my stomach, Mercedes's head jerked up, making me jump slightly, "Sin? SIN?! A fucking sin?! Oh, hell to the no."

Dad glared at her coldly, his soft approach utterly failing as Mercedes's voice rose with every word, "What did you just say, young lady?"

"I said 'fucking sin', dad. So, being with the one you love is a sin, but fucking your ex-wife's sister isn't? Yeah, you might want to make sure your kids are asleep before you go screaming your sister-in-law's name at night." Mercedes spat at him, a glint of disgust falling over her face.

"How could you lie like that? I loved your mother! I would have never hurt her like that!" he faked a gasp, earning a 'liar liar, dick's on fire' eye roll from Mercy.

"Point is," mom started, calming the two down, "Mercedes, Sam, you're siblings. Adopted or not. You're not supposed to even think of those things."

My hand slid down my leg to Mercy's hand, "Mom, I love Mercedes. It's wrong, but when I'm with her, I've never felt more right. I'm not letting you separate us."

Our father damn-near puked as mom sighed, giving up on us, "Mercedes, go pack your things. You're going to go live with your birth father in Bel-Air. You'll leave tomorrow night."

The room went silent as her head fell into shaky hands that were placed in her lap, back shaking as a slight gasp broke the silence and wails of despair caught everyone off-guard, "Mom, no, please, don't take her away from me!"

Mom's eyes danced side-to-side at me, not daring to look in Mercedes's direction, as she was now gasping for air through uncontrollable sobs. "My decision is final. Mercedes, your room. Go clean it and take your stuff."

"Mom, no!" my voice, for the first time, boomed as I stood, not really knowing what the fuck I was doing, "You're not sending Mercy away from me. She's the love of my life. If you love your kids as much as you say you do, you'd want us to be happy!"

"Samuel Oliver Evans, go to your room this instant."

"No."

Heaving a sigh of regret, she nodded, taking sudden interest in the floor "Okay..."

Patting our "father's leg, he stood immediately, grabbing me by the hair, slowly and cruelly dragging me up the stairs to where the damage from the early hulk-out remained, not an inch changed. "D-DAD, STOP, PLEASE!"

He said nothing in reply to my pleas, but kept dragging me until we reached the door. Slamming the door open, he picked me up and threw me onto the floor, my back hitting a rounded off table-edge; a cry of pain escaped my lips, but not a tear was shed for me, as I lay on the floor, completely and utterly suffering.

No thoughts about what my father was doing to Mercy were wanted in my mind. I only wanted peace, to be with Mercedes consequence-free. Somewhere deep inside, I knew that wouldn't happen; but maybe it will. While our parents are asleep, I will meet with her. And we'll be free at last.